He flips me onto my back and kisses me, slow and deep. “I love you.” The tenderness in those three words makes my heart flutter, and it would be so natural and feel so right to say it back. I don’t know why I can’t, and that frightens me—because what if he’s right about the bad thing he wants to tell me? What if I stop believing him?
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